Military theme drumming through your genesAnd I guess you could say nature didn't roll your way.But the blues in your eyes were borne by the seasThat your father once sailed, in the marines.

And those eyes make no noiseWhen you spy on the boysPasteurizing, pasteurizing.Only drowning in beer,Submerged, would you hear,You're homogenizing, homogenizing,You're homogenizing.

You've had a military theme drumming through your genes,And I guess you could say nature didn't roll your way.'Cause the pools of Hana won't wipe off those sinsWhen the murkiness lies behind plastic skin.